Pretending to Be a Horse
There was a time, while I was in junior high school, that I rode my horse on the road. Lots...
Reframing Competition as Relationship
We were playing around after a lesson, laughing about the curse of being spokesmodels for my blog photos. She leans forward...
What Trainers Do You Like?
I often get asked what I think of other trainers. Sometimes I have no idea who the trainer is, any...
The Middle Path: Peaceful Persistence
I recently had a spellbinding conversation with a brilliant and beautiful mare. She was very young, not started under saddle,...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Out of This World
You are right to be wary of us, little mare. Your hooded eyes dark and silent, you must be concerned,...
Horses Are Pessimists
Your horse is a young horse or a rescue horse or the heart-horse of your life. A mare or a...
Horses: Technique and Art
"Shut Up and Dance" It was written on one of those little tin lapel pins and my friend wore it...
Travel Blog: Where the Trail Leads…
I know people who read cookbooks like they're high-drama best sellers. I know people who fantasize wild lives of...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Variations
“Isn't it dysfunctional?” he asked, his head cocked. His confidence steeped in every privilege due to a certain sort of...
Repetition Vs. Consistency
There's a moment, sometimes at the beginning of a lesson or during a clinic, where I meet a horse for...
The Middle Path: Discipline
"I've noticed that you sometimes seem to take reader requests for your blog, and I was wondering if you might...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Weathered
It’s winter; the sun comes up late and flat yellow, without warmth. A dusting of snow will stay on this...
Your Horse Loves Arena Riding
Does your horse have a Night of the Living Dead lurch to the arena? Do you clock in like it’s...
Middle Path: The Curse of a Self-Aware Mind
We think too much. We're mostly introverts with an inclination toward perfection, and we think too much. Oh, and we...
EOY P&L: Life, Death, and Tears
EOY P&L... my last post of the year always has some math involved. I don't have the math skills to quantify the number...
Talking Animals at Midnight
Just in from the night feed. It's longjohn weather, my head bandaged with layers of hats and a muffler, thick boots,...
Seriously Lighthearted
Do you ever get the impression that your show up at the barn and your horse is watching you with...
Big Dreams, Low Expectations
I've become a real party-pooper when it comes to talented young horses. It isn't that I can't see the potential;...
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